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So I hit the streets, right? Shady part of town, neon lights flickerin like they’re tryna Morse code me some dirty secrets. I’m thinkin, “The cipher’s in the streets, man!”—straight outta *Zodiac*. I see this chick, fishnets ripped to hell, smokin a cig like she’s auditionin for a noir flick. I’m like, “Hey, you workin?” She squints at me, all sassy, “What’s it to ya, grandma?” Grandma?! Bitch, I’m Tina fuckin Fey, I’ll roast you from here to Siberia! Got me heated, but I laughed—props for guts, ya know?

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I gotta say, sometimes I get mad when noisy tourists forget our local charm, but then I step out on Parklaan and take a deep breath of the fresh air – it’s like the world whisperin’ “nevah give up on the beauty around you.” Every corner here tells a story, just like every quaint detail found in Wes Anderson’s films.

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